The Kiss of Life Killed Our Marriage
During my vacation, I'm in the middle of a riverside stroll with my wife, Wendy Summer, when I suddenly hear someone screaming.
"Please! Save my drowning son!"
Before I can regain my senses, Wendy, who's pregnant, quickly pushes the crowd apart and rushes toward the center of the conflict.
"I'm a doctor, so I can help save the patient. I'll perform CPR on him right away."
As Wendy speaks, she moves to lean over the patient. But that's when I grip her by the wrist tightly.
"You're not allowed to save him. If you dare administer CPR to him, we'll get a divorce."
Wendy stares at me in shock.
"Have you gone nuts? Healing the sick and treating the injured is a doctor's duty! You're a doctor as well, Rowan! How could you say such things?"
The onlookers begin admonishing me.
"If you don't heal the sick and treat the wounded, then what sort of doctor are you? You're just an unethical bastard!"
"I can't believe doctors like you still exist! You have no right to remain as a doctor! I'm going to record your actions and upload the video to the Internet!"
I say firmly to Wendy, "We shall not be discussing this matter. If you save him, we'll get a divorce right away!"